can you see it? it is on the stem of the magnifying glass. Once again, no more than a pin head. It was on Alyssia's shorts, moving along, making it's way when she noticed it. We got the magnifying glass and here it is. It's Self, looking so much like a crustacean. a shrimp, maybe. crayfish. But stacked on its back, bits of stuff. and as we watched it, it added to that stack of stuff as it went. Its Life. What was it DOING? and then we lost track of it .
That we share this Place with things we might never know even exist….we could never have imagined such a being, but what is its Life? What part does it play in the Whole of this Place? Something…..and we might never know. But we SAW it, WATCHED it, loved it for the moments we shared with it. Love.
I spent long moments tonight with the buck Goats. I have been distanced from them for a while. We cannot allow them again to breed this herd. Ever. And so, they have no "use" here. They are of the age that they can be of use to another herd, but most would choose younger bucks. Their "window" has passed. Buck Goats. Not much needed. or wanted. We have two. Sunny Ray and Nogal….and Sunny Ray's best friend Jack Flash who is a wether and best friend ever. so the conversation goes…in the midst of the construction, in a few sentences and then nothing, a few sentences, and i guess we will figure out a way to prevent any future breeding events. There is a thing that is 8 inches wide….forever long strips of it that we can weave into the cattle panel. It would take two weaves. Right at penis level. A long long weaving…their forest yards are BIG. But
we somehow love them. because they are Ours.
how do we love them?, as it was there, tonight, they come to be touched. they lower their heads to be scratched and caressed. They love this. Come for this, stand for this. We give love and receive love. Who gives? and Who receives? My hand as i type this, my right hand gives off the scent of them. I lift it to my face. Buck. Goat. Love.

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